you are love.

you stretch your fingers and flirt with the morning light, arch your back and then curl up against the curve of my neck. i draw on your skin, like i would with my tongue. you feel the way love should. like warmth has cradled my heart with tenderness. like serenity has drizzled in between my…

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Lillies

If I slice my heart open, you will see flowers sprout and roots sewing the pieces back together gently and softly. If I turn my back to you and offer up my spine as a fishing rod, you will see feathers nesting in between my bones. If I open up my palm and reach out…

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Linger•

Fickle is my touch when I come across your scent on my sheets… It takes me by surprise and pins me down, like a dream within a dream. A reality I can’t wake up from. I stumble upon particles of your memory drunk on my pillow, swaying between my neck and my thighs. My throat…

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home•

The ocean speaks to me in misty whispers, tells me secrets from across the atlantic… I dip my toes in the freezing water and reminisce about the times light fluctuated on your skin and extended to my spine. There are mornings when I wake up and feel your love engulfing me with tenderness. And there…

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Stray hearts°

You look at me with kind eyes that stretch into the horizon, and whisper words made from the melody of your heartbeats. You look at me with feelings that flow, pouring flowers from your lips and onto mine. You stay. And I push. And you stay. And I can’t breathe. Because I look at you…

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Contemporary art°

So smoke the flowers in my head into oblivion, desperately trying to turn memories into stories of pure fantasy. Tell me one more time that my bones grew thorns into your delicate skin. Draw on my back the scars of your heartbreak. Shed tears into my palms so I can turn them into a trophy…

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Story of three.

I remember the time you put your tongue between my lips and told me how you’ve never kissed anyone with the taste of licorice in their mouths. You let your hands drop down my waist and said that I’m made of the bitter taste of Heaven. Your fingers traced my shoulder and my heart pounded…

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Keep your eyes open

It’s all an illusion child. The tire swing hanging from the oak tree, with your feet dangling in the air, brushing against the fragile dandelions. The feelings that consume your insides while reading a book under the dim flashlight, tucked beneath your covers. The mornings with snow falling from the white sky, that keep you…

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Catch a falling star

There are stars and there are galaxies and there are people in between tucking at my limbs. There are planets and there are black holes and there’s a feeling inside of me that burns. There are lullabies and melodies and songs and notes all intertwined making no sense at all. And then there is you,…

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Internal dialogues – Part I

She’s sunken in the ottoman in her friend’s living room, staring up in a daze. She has a lot to say. Of course she does, she always does. She has opinions about everything from fire ants to putting chipotle in green salads. “What’s wrong with her? Nothing! Don’t be an idiot!” When Nadia was younger,…

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